𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐱 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Dean - Patching Him Up

This imagine is for a friend, she didn't request it or else I wanted to write it for her because she's amazing. Her account on Instagram is @/_bobbys_idjits  so go check what she does :)

WARNING :: blood and wounds. I didn't do a disgusting thing of course, and I didn't describe much but there is blood. I just wanted to warn you.

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"You hang on alright?" you told Dean who was sitting in the car next to you. You were driving and you were barely able to see the road in the dark night.
Dean next to you looked like he was going to faint at any time. He had many cuts and bruises along his body plus a dislocated shoulder and a bleeding stomach due to a bullet.
"Y/n, I'm fine" said Dean with a groan
"No, obviously not. Dean, you're bleeding way too much and I don't want you to die right now so please don't tell me it's fine" you shouted, your trembling hand gripping on the wheel. Dean sighed, knowing he's worrying you.

A few minutes later, you finally reached the motel. You got out of the car as fast as you could and went on Dean's side. You got him out, wrapping an arm around his torso, trying not to hurt him more than he already was.

You quickly opened the door and settled Dean down on the bed. You took off your jacket and rolled up the sleeves of your flannel.
"Okay first we have to put your shoulder back in place" you said as you stood on the side of the bed. Dean obliged and turned his back to you.
"On one. One, two" you didn't wait and put his shoulder back in place with a crack. Dean groaned in pain and his head felled backward against you.
"It's okay, you're okay" you said "Just stay conscious and we should be fine"
You helped him laying down. In your head, you were praying for Cas but he wasn't answering. You didn't feel like you could save Dean. You sat on your knees on the other side of the bed.
"Okay here we go" you said as you took off his shirt, revealing a profound bullet wound on the middle of his stomach.
You gulped and felt a ball on your throat. Dean saw it and put his hand on your arm.
"Y/n you don't have to do this" he said with a concerned tone
"Well I don't think we have much choice" you replied as you searched for things to help him. You found a clamp and then turned back to him. "I guess I don't have to precise it's going to hurt you"
Dean sighed and closed his eyes. You leaned over Dean and started working on his wound. He groaned in pain as soon as the clamp came in contact with him.
"I'm sorry" you said, totally panicked.
You couldn't find the bullet.
"Y/n could you hurry please" Dean said as he looked down. His wound as much as your hands were covered in blood. You sighed and tears started to form in your eyes due to the overwhelming feeling.
"Dean I- I can't find the bullet and you're losing too much blood and I'm not even able to save you and if I can't find the bullet you're going to die and you can't"
"Y/n!" Dean cut you off.
You looked up at his face, silent tears coming down your face. He looked at you with concern and put his hand on your cheek
"You can do it alright, you did it many times. You just put my shoulder back in place without even counting to tree, so yes I believe you can do it. Just calm down and take a deep breath"
You nodded and did as he said.

"I found it!" you yelled not even a minute later. You took it out and sighed, finally able to calm down.
"We'll laugh about it in ten years" said Dean as you were cleaning his wound and putting a bandage on it.
"Okay, your face now. Should be easier" you said as you sat in front of him, he sitting against the wall. You started by the cut on his cheek.
"Dean"
"Yes"
"Stop staring."
"Nope"
"Why is that"
"You're pretty"
You lifted your eyes to meet his, a small smile on your lips and wide smirk on his.
"So when I'm panicking I'm pretty?" you asked as you did his last wound on his lower lip.
"No! That's not what I meant"
"I know it's not what you mean dummy" you laughed "Alright you good to go"
"Thank you" he said and wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled
"You're welcome Dean" He leaned down and captured your lips in his.

After a few minutes later when Dean was okay and patched up, you fell asleep, Dean's head on your stomach.